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Getting in the car, Chris's hands began to shake even harder than
before he got out of his car. After watching Eric dissappear behind a
tree, Chris immediatly took his phone from the dash and dialed his
girlfriend, needing to hear the soothing voice she often provided.

"'Ello..." came a soft British accent, Chris sighed softly in
response.

"Awwh, Beth, did I catch you at a bad time?" he asked
apologetically.

"Naw lov'. Just doing my studies... I could use the short break.
What's up?" She replied.

Chris sighed and began, "Well Beth, I just..." he paused, feeling a
lump in his throat.

"Lov'? Are you alright? Does this have something to do with that 'big
important thing' that you can't tell me about?"

"No, I..." he started as his head started buzzing and getting light
all of a sudden, "I just needed to hear your voice, its alri- I'm
alright... It's fine, sorry I bothered you. Talk to you later?"

"Sure, call me if you need to." she replied before he hung up.

The only thing that made any sense anymore was to bury his face in
his hands until they stopped shaking. The plan was less than a success
as Chris's eyes started to water, all it took was that one to start a
torrent.

When he went to grab a tissue to start wiping, he noticed his hands
were black with mascara. He brought them close to his face and looked at
them close. Soft chuckling came from somewhere in the car, but it took a
moment for Chris to identify it's source as himself. In the heat of his
release he started crying again, and he laughed louder and louder until
the mascara stopped showing up in his tears.

As he wiped the last tears away with a tissue that was now black on
one side he heard a tapping on his window. He was about to get out and
tell Eric something nasty before he noticed the badge on the uniform...
"Shit" Chris said to himself as he rolled down the window. He could feel
his sweat glands screaming at him for a break, but the fear centers of
his brain meat just wouldn't have it tonight.

"Hel- hello, officer." he said, sniffing back a tear. "I mean, good
evening." He mentally bashed himself in the face with an acoustic guitar
after listening with surprise to what he, himself, had just said out
loud.

"No... I mean, yes! I mean... No, not everything, but I'll be fine. I
mean..." He sputtered out. "Today just isnt a good day for me..."

"Mmm... Yes, I have a daughter about your age, I recognize that
look." Chris looked up. *What _look_?* "You should call him when you get
home, this is not a ver-"

"Call who?" Chris inturrupted.

"Your boyfriend, young lady. Like I said, I have a daughter your age.
And as I was saying, you should do this at home, this isn't a very safe
place at night and it's almost dark," he replied in a fatherly tone.

Chris glanced over at the clock in the car and noticed the time.
*SHIT!* "Oh shi- I mean... jeez! I have to get home!" Chris said in a
rush, noting his own language.

"Of course, drive safe." The officer said as he turned to leave.

"Wait, officer." Chris said as he felt a pang of guilt hit him in the
chest, "I... Thank you..."

The officer smiled broadly and replied, "Thank _you_, little lady.
Have a good night."

*He was awfully nice...* Chris thought to himself as the officer
walked away. He stared at his keys for a moment. He snapped out of it a
second later and turned on the ignition, and started the car.

As Chris pulled onto the highway that would take him home, a buzzing
came from the purse next to him, but it took Chris a moment to find the
source of it, his cell phone. He switched it on and placed it to his
ear.

"Hello?" Chris said shyly.

"Stop at the ice cream place down the highway west, and let's have a
slice of ice cream cake, what do you say? We can talk there, that place
is _dead_ on friday nights." It was Eric, the little brat that got him
into this.

"I..." He paused again as he felt the tears build again.

"Just relax, chica. You already have the negatives, there is nothing
keeping you to our promise, just... give me fifteen minutes, okay? I
just want to talk..." Eric replied in a calming voice.

"That's all?"

"That's all, I swear..." There was a momentary pause.

"... Alright." Chris finally worked out of his mouth. On the other
end of the phone, Chris could just imagine Eric yakking it up with his
friends over this. Chris pushed it out of his mind; after all, besides
the secrecy, which was understandable, Eric hadn't done anything to
betray Chris's trust. But a sense of uneasiness plagued the back of his
mind.

After throwing the car into park, Chris stared ahead toward the
sunset, letting its cancer-giving, irradiating beauty soak into him. He
sighed and pulled down the visor to clean his face and reapply the the
lipstick his dry lips had caused to rub off, the mascara that his tears
had washed away, and his cheeks which were pale from all the
excitement... and from Chris's hunger, which he just noticed.

He opened the car door to see Eric's car sitting by a tree, but what
really caught his attention was the line of cars poking out from behind
it. Apparently, this place was less abandoned than previously hoped for.
Heavy business, Chris was finding out, is not always _good_
business.

He stepped out onto his rather mundane flats; he would have worn the
deep orange ones, but he didnt want to draw attention to himself here.
He resolved himself to being killed with flying milkshake glasses as he
started towards the door. So far, he could see no one from school in the
windows, but the anticipation did not pass completely; rather, it stayed
balled up in his abdomen like a good little fear-based emotion.

Upon entering, Chris hid behind his bangs with them brushed forward
to further disguise himself. He spotted Eric at the counter holding a
plate with a slice of ice cream cake in one hand and two forks and the
cash he was paying with in the other. Eric smiled at the clerk and
walked toward the table by the window, a small bag was already in the
seat but no one else seemed to be sitting there.

Chris weaved through the crowd of people in line, all the while
staring at the ground and focusing all his mental powers on not being
found out.

"CHRIS!" a girl's voice rang out behind him. He was just about to
scream when a girl came running past him towards the door. He was calm
again, but his heart rate was still through the roof, so a synchople
event was still possible. He decided that the best place for a good
faint would be at the table so that it would not be obvious until
someone noticed a girl face down in ice cream.

He slowly made his way to the table, sitting down without warning
across from Eric. Unfortunatly, Eric, in his own pent-up state, shook
the ice cream cake right from his own hand and right onto Chris's
chest.

The world seemed to grow silent as Chris stared down at his own
heaving and now wet chest, he worried for his expensive breast forms. "I
don't fucking believe it." Chris said instinctively to his now frozen
nipples.

Suddenly Eric jumped forth with a napkin and started dabbing at
Chris's breasts. This caused Chris to become even more enraged; when he
screamed however, it was fortunate that he no longer cared if anyone
recognized him... But after the incredibly angry, loud,
tension-relieving, and _quite_ female scream, Chris felt a whole lot
better. Eric on the other hand, was feeling rather surprised at that
moment and slowly retreated back to his seat across the table. And at
that moment, without a word being said between them since he got to the
ice cream shoppe, Chris got up and started towards the back bathrooms.

Inside, it was much cleaner then the park bathroom had been,
completely lacking the awful urine smell the first bathroom (and most
boy bathrooms he had been in) had offered.
He walked past the sink to the towel dispenser, but he stopped at the
mirror and didn't recognize himself. He stared closer, and in the
scrutiny of the surprisingly well lit bathroom, he saw only a bit of
himself in the mirror. *Wow...* he thought. He didn't have long to think
as the bathroom door open to two girls thats Chris recognized almost
instantly as people who went to his school. He turned around at that
moment and headed toward the stalls. Once inside, he began dabbing at
himself frantically as he prayed to whomever was listening not to let
him get caught. His heart, if possible, was beating faster than
ever.

"Did you hear that scream when we were in line? Sounded like when
Janet found those pictures of herself on the Internet," one of them said
while at the mirror.

"Yeah, that was so weird, I don't understand how someone could get a
picture to come out so clear in the dark, I mean Derrick and her were in
her bedroom for goodness sake! That's on the second floor!" The other one
replied slowly as she applied something that Chris couldn't see or care
about to her lips.

"Let's go to Club Shea tonight! They're having that big 'Rising Star
Contest' this Sunday, aren't they?" The first one said as they exitted.

At first, Chris just sat on the floor and hugged his knees, but after
sniffing away the tears, he decided that talking tonight would be a bad
idea...

"What?! But you promised!" Eric said unbelieving of the events Chris
just described.

"Didn't you hear me?! I said I'm tired and scared, and I just want to
go home while I'm not dead, outted, or in jail, okay?!" Chris screamed
back from his position standing by the car he wanted to drive home so
badly.

"... Alright... I understand... Can- can I see you tommorow?" Eric
recanted. "At... at the park, where no one will recognize you or kill
you or spill ice cream on you."

Chris just chuckled and nodded at that phrase and sniffed again while
looking the ground. "Sure. I'll see you tomorrow then?" Chris glanced up
just in time to see Eric's face going right for his own, not enough
time, however, to dodge the kiss that ensued. It was electric though.
The waves of tingling coming from his abdomen either meant he had a
peptic ulcer or he was enjoying this. He decided to schedule a doctor's
appointment to get checked out when his life was not a roller coaster
ride. As his brain finally resolidified in his head, he stumbled back
and attempted to open his eyes several times before it finally worked.